Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

cat story

there was a piercing paineverything went blankwhen I came aroundI found myself sprawledon that cold earth, in a bloody messmy dignity in shreds(arrow still stuck in my chest)

was I seeing things?cat wearing a sweater with four booties?unblinking yellow eyesstaring at mepurring sensuallyit darted towards meand pulled out the arrow

(I cried out with pain)in no time it licked it cleanthat forked tonguewas a dead giveawaywhen it talked backI was doubly suremy long lost demonhad come back to me

he shed his sweatershowed me his hairless forma magic gone wronghe gotta live with ita faery gave him a sweaterand knitted him bootiesfirst I laughedthen I hugged him

This is kin to some of the psychedelic verses Jimi Hendrix wrote. Full of voodoo magic. While the arrow was not for the cat. The image arose a memory of cat I owned who was shot with an arrow by a neighborhood delinquent. Marvelous poetry, Gautami.

About Me

For someone who teaches mathematics, poetry comes easy. There are so many aspects about myself that are unknown even to me. Poetry is way to explore myself. Where it will lead me, I don't know. I don't want to know. I thrive on the unknown.